Well, it had to be done, didn't it? And since this is both the first and last post, I have won. Thank you all.
Nope. I have hidden it. I must win this time. 1. Because I didn't win last time 2. Because it's chocolate
Losers don't get to keep the chocolate. I'm the winner so gimme.
Kevin might also be partial. It may be a fight to the death. Get your affairs in order.
I don't have affairs. I have big all terrain wheels that'll get me to that post and leave everyone else in the mud.
I have galoshes.
I have chewed holes in them.
Evil laff.
You'll end up with halitosis if you keep that up, young lady. Try to find a real hobby. See? I've replaced the boots with stilts. The height adds to my elegance.
Where did I put that chainsaw...
Oh, there it is
bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
craaaaaack
thump
That's cut ya down to size.
It's just a flesh wound!
Probably a splinter
I hear your cold heart splinter with envy as I take a bite out of the prize!
No, that was me taking a bite out of you.
Bleeuurrgghhh!
You taste of green, evil Antipodean soup.
thputtt thputt
You hurt my feelings. Will you stop at nothing to win?? You mock my food, you ruin my best stilts. Evil lurks in these forums. *shudder*
I haven't finished yet. In fact I have only barely started...
Evil laff.
Then get dressed. You're frightening the horses.
I don't need clothes. I have this lovely blue fur to keep me warm. I reckons it's my teef that frightens horsies.
Perhaps if you brushed?
They are brushed, I keeps 'em nice and clean and shiny. You can almost see yer face in 'em.
Wanna check?
Grins extra evilly.
I can't. Someone else's face appears to be stuck in them. Ulp!
Ever heard the phrase "all the better to eat you with"?
Not recently. I think the last time was at Grandma's. And we all know how THAT turned out for the wolf.
C'mon Prize, while those two are slugging it out we'll just slip away. My goodness, your chocolate tastes delicious!
Oy! Where the dickens have you been? I've had to fend off a wolf with a considerable number of teefs. Give that prize back. Maybe if we can give her caries...
Umm.. I'm not sure Dickens ever went to Madrid. But that's where I've been.
Wolves don't go for canaries! To them it's a bit like celery tips - one burp and they're gone. No, they prefer a leg of bigger prey, preferably Antipodean. Watch out!